And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1721 | 2012-07-07 04:30:46 | 95.68 | 96% |
| 1700 | 2012-07-07 01:33:51 | 101.57 | 98% |
| 1434 | 2012-05-29 16:33:17 | 92.72 | 94% |
| 1391 | 2012-05-25 17:56:11 | 75.99 | 91% |
| 1060 | 2011-01-11 03:28:42 | 74.63 |